Another Monday Morning

You begin walking around the city, everyone who sees you screams, some even faint, and in just minutes hordes of SWAT arrive, blocking almost every street and constantly ransacking buildings looking for you, luckily for you, said SWAT are complete idiots who don't recognise you despite the fact that you are right infront of them, however, they are bound to notice you any moment now, what with you constantly mimicking them and putting hooray onto the end of every sentence.